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Autumn Leaves
volume 7 number 6
Autumn Leaves volume 7 number 6 |
Somewhere along the line there was a fork in the
road...
And everyone went what seemed to be the easy way and I
followed,
whether it was for friendship, for spite, for fear....
I don't
know.
But as the road became longer, and the ruts deeper,
realization dawned on me.
This was not the way home. But I knew home was no
longer,
so I fell to the side of the crowd,
moved parallel to them but no
longer part of them,
ignoring the pain in my soul which said this is not the
way, not the way...
But as time past, the pain became a wail, impossible to
ignore...
I realized my home did exist.
And now we have reached another crossroads,
a crossroads
of the soul.
Most continue down the road happily oblivious to the ruts and
length.
But a few of us linger behind, tired of traveling on this broken
road,
tired of the excuses that had kept us traveling down the road...
I watch the diminishing trail of the crowd as they continue
down the road
and I feel a pain of loss,
but my soul knows that this is
not the path home, and so I turn,
and begin the journey back to the
fork.
A few join me and our tired footsteps
linger in the ears
of the vanishing crowd as we head for home
